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Going home from Ayala to Quezon City eats almost 2 hours of my time. Fortunately, I have my officemate, Isabelle (not her real name), to keep me from crying for the lost time in the heavy traffic. We would head out at six p.m. to catch the bus, find ourselves standing for 30 – 45 minutes and talk for the rest of the ride.

We would end up laughing-out-loud making other commuters uncomfortable. I even saw some looking at us, clutching their bag like I’ll steal their donuts inside. But who cares, we paid for the ride and we needed something to release the stress from the unmoving traffic. (more…)